Oblivion Destruction Training Novels & Stories

"I know it's not fair. None of this is fair. But you're not alone. We're all in this together." She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "What do we do?" "We train. We prepare. We build our strength." I looked around the room—at thirty hybrids, at the love seekers, at Kael and Caspian who'd become my anchors. "And when Vladimir comes, we show him that love is stronger than hate. That family is stronger than revenge. That ten thousand years of dreaming darkness can't stand against even one moment of light." ________________________________________ The training began that afternoon.

But the thought that I had killed the person who dared to wound me like this soothed the sting. When I finished, I stepped out of the room. Vladislav’s men were everywhere now—posted at every corner, standing stiff with silent vigilance. Their eyes were scanning constantly. New cameras were covering every blind spot. Complicated locks. Reinforced bulletproof doors. He wasn’t taking chances after the last attack. As I walked down the hallway, I spotted some of the men I’d trained with in the previous mansion. Men who used to whisper about me right to my face, laugh at me, and roll their eyes when I won each sparring session with them.

“I require specificity in your meaning. I am unable to process otherwise.” “We mean, why are you destroying the galaxy?” they said. “You’re turning the galaxy into more of you. At least, as far as we can tell.” Godeater slowly nodded in understanding. “Rehabilitation of local systems is a key component of my instruction set,” it said after a brief pause. “Deconstruction is a necessary phase of the procedure. Although I find it curious that your reaction to the deconstruction stage is abnormal.” “Abnormal?” Freya and Raijin said. “That’s putting it lightly! Damn! You’re wiping us all out! And for… for whatever it is you’ve been ‘instructed’ to do. And honestly, what kind of person would tell

The turret spun wildly, firing a plasma bolt into its neighboring gun before sparking out. Dax and Reaper moved with surgical precision, picking off the remaining automated defenses with concentrated fire. Within thirty seconds, the roof of the train was clear, littered with the smoking wreckage of Board tech. "Defenses down!" Reaper called out, slamming a fresh magazine into his rifle. "Good," Dax said, looking forward. "Because here comes our stop." I looked past the front of the train. The Citadel was dead ahead a massive, brutalist spire of black glass and steel. And hovering right above it, tethered by thick refueling umbilicals, was the Aegis-Class Destroyer.

He was observing and evaluating ike he was waiting to see whether grief would destroy me… or sharpen me into something dangerous. After several painful seconds, I forced myself to breathe. Then slowly, I lowered my trembling hand. “What exactly would I have to do?” Alessio immediately turned toward me with concern. “Selena...” “I asked a question.” I said with conviction. Even I barely recognized my own voice anymore. It sounded colder and harder now. Salvatore’s eyes narrowed slightly with interest. “You would undergo different trainings,” he answered. “Weapons, surveillance, behavioral manipulation and social infiltration.”

It could be of some use in the near coming future. “Well, it’s not exactly a rule, but we have these ten things to do to destroy his heart” Valerie started elaborating things as I listen with keen attention. “The first thing in the list was to steal Valentine’s attention, and whoever gets his attention is immediately qualified to do the job of destroying him.” “Oooh, so that’s why I’m qualified because I got his attention” Scratching my forehead and still curious about how did I have Valentine’s attention. “So, are you in?” Bruno asked as everyone waited for my answer.

According to his mentor, Knight Lieutenant Reede; “You’re the main character of your life, you’ll only become independent when you recognize that.” He stood up again after resting for 20 minutes, before entering his nutrition chamber to embark on a speed fight with Alexis. Training relentlessly and sapping himself of all strength, was the best that he could do to improve his situation. *************************************************** A man with a muscular frame, drenched completely with sweat slowly emerged out of a training arena. He went straight to the pool, as he lied down on the water to cool himself down. Unlike Kalen, The World Destroyer preferred to train physically with real oppo

Because there was nothing left for him to lose. And maybe… Just maybe… He’d find a way to kill the ghosts that haunted him. Even if he had to fly straight into hell to do it. Liam woke to the shrill whistle of the drill sergeant at exactly 4 AM. There was no sunrise here. No peaceful mornings. Only darkness, sweat, and orders. The combat pilot training program was infamous for breaking the strongest men. But Liam Blackwood was already broken. There was nothing left to destroy. The training base was located in the heart of nowhere—an isolated desert turned into a brutal simulation of hell. Days blurred into nights.

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

She could see the scars on his neck that hadn't been there before, the hollowness in his cheeks and the way his hands were steady even though they used to shake slightly when he held a weapon. They'd trained that out of him. They had drained everything out of him. Five feet. "Lucien." Her voice broke on his name. "Please. I love you. Do you hear me? I love you." For just a fraction of a second, his steps faltered. Something flickered across his face so quickly she almost missed it, but then it was gone. It was crushed under whatever programming they'd buried in his mind. Three feet. The weapon was inches from her chest now. She could see down the barrel. She could see his finger on the trigg